A/N: not mine. Enjoy.
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Gabriel sat at his computer lost in thought when a sudden sound of breaking glass bought his attention to the kitchen.
"Gwen?" he called out, "Are you ok?"
"I'm sorry." came the quiet reply, "I didn't mean to."
Afraid that Gwen had hurt herself he went to check on her only to find the pale young woman sitting on the counter, bare feet hidden in the folds of her over sized sweat pants.
"It's everywhere." she said, pointing to the glass covered floor, "It hurts."
"Stay put. I'll clean it up." Gabriel had offered to let Gwen stay when Sara had be called back to the station. Gwen wasn't bad company though a bit quiet at times and Gabriel had even managed to wash the dirt and dried blood from her hair when her muscles proved too sore to function propperly. Gwen may have looked like Fiona but looks seemed to be the only thing they had shared.
"There. I got most of it but let me carry you out to be safe." Gabriel was wondering how Gwen would react to this, for she wasn't as trusting as Fi had been.
Gwen's bright green eyes stared out from under her bruises and stitches at the young bussinessman for moment before she extended her arms to him.
Taking her gently in his arms he laughed when the phone rang, "Perfect."
Placing Gwen on the couch he leaned across her and grabbed the cordless, "Talismaniac."
Gwen stared at the floor half listening to what Gabriel was saying while also listening to the voices that had begun to wisper somewhere in the back of her mind. Bits and pieces of memories kept randomly popping to mind and the doctors blamed it and her jumbled thoughts on the trauma she lived through. Gwen knew there was more to it. How? She had no idea.
Everything seemed new, yet familliar at the same time and it was impossible to place anything in order. She only suceeding in making her head pound when she tried. So far she knew that Fiona had been her sister but they hadn't seen each other for a very long time. Also, there was the undeniable feeling that she knew Sara and Gabriel from somewhere, from some other place.... or time. It didn't make sense. None of it did. Another thought came to mind, 'There had always been three of us.....three to stand as......'
"Well, if you want to come over just ask your keeper permission first so she doesn't freak like last time." Gabriel's words interupted Gwen's thoughts but he had also provided her with a word that had been avoiding her.
Keepers.
"A friend of mine may be stopping by later." Gabriel said as he hung up the phone.
"You said that Fi use to write stories about a girl named Gwendollyn," Gwen was struggling to remember all the words she had head durring the day, "What name did she give the stories?"
"Uh... I believe she called them Gate's Keeper, why?" Gabriel was waching Gwen intently as she curled her legs beneath her body, her bare feet disapearing completely, "Gwen? Gwen? What's wrong?"
"They hurt!" She cried out covering her ears with her palms, "I know.....I see it now...She brought me here when she couldn't do it."
"Do what?" Gabriel pulled Gwen's hands away from her face and held her wrists, "What are you talking about?"
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"Gabriel," Sara sighed, "Slow down-I can't understand you."
"Sara, she knows about the Witchblade and something about it's keeper. Are you done at the station?-How soon can you be here?"
"I'm on my way Gabriel. How is she?" Sara asked the phone as she pulled her coat on.
"A bit scared. She just started jibbering. I got most of it on tape but a lot of it I can't understand. She was talking in some other language or something." Gabriel's voice replied, "She's been asleep for like 20 minutes."
"Good. Her past 24 hours have been rather exciting. I'm surprised she lasted this long. Ok, I'm on my way."
Gabriel met Sara at the door with a fist full of papers, "Keepers are the ones who protect the gate between this world and others." he said before Sara had even closed the door behind her, "It's not known where these stories originated but they're said to be what gaurdian agels are based on."
"So this means what?" Sara asked as she looked down at Gwen who was curled up on Gabriel's couch with a blue comforter around her, her pale hair hiding much of her face.
So innocent.
"I'm not sure yet." Gabriel walked back to the door and glanced out the peek hole before locking all four bolts on the heavy door,"But the Keepers were suppose to be the only ones to hold the Witches Glove, as Gwen called it, when, in times of old, the wielder died."
"What?!"
"It sounds like there is more than one or two Keepers." he held out a sheet of paper for Sara to look over as he continued, "There was the one who made it, the glove, as a gift for a mortal that it had fallen in love with, and one who lived among the humans, keeping piece and preventing death from falling on the wielder."
"And the others?" Sara asked, unsure of what to believe from these myths and what not toas she stared down at a picture of 4 winged young men and 3 woman.
"One fought when the other couldn't and then I don't know if there's still more or if they did more than one job each but it says that only one of them has no shape, but instead is part of the gates." Gabriel shuffled pages before sighing, "There's a few wild stories that were passed down about one of the Keepers, the one who made the glove, she fell in love with a human after the glove had been given to the wielder. The Keeper came to Earth and lived with the young man and his family which included the wearer of that." he pointed to the Witchblade as he picked up the tiny recorder sitting in his old computer chair.
"What happened to her?" Sara asked as a vision of Gwen and the one she assumed to be Fi rose before her mind's eye, both were smiling and walking with others Sara didn't recognize.
They look identical....except for the eye color.
"The knight or whatever he was, was going to marry her but his Keep or Dunn were attcked.... his lands were attacked and he and his family were locked in the dungeons before the place was burned down."
"How sad." Sara watched as the flames rose in her mind's eye as the two girls struggled to get the doors open, "They tried to get us out."
"Do you remeber it?" Gabriel asked, touching the detecive's sholder gently.
"Pieces." Sara admitted, "I remember them, two of them. They had never known life as well as the rest of us and that night they learned the worst part of it.... Death."
"No wonder she has trouble remembering. Who'd want to remember dying like that?" Gabriel was watching Gwen as she slept quietly.
"And now one of them has died again on her way to you, and the other is stuck here, but why?" Sara couldn't get the image of Fi and Gwen out of her mind.
They hadn't been locked up, yet they had stayed to try to free the ones they had cared for.
"They only stay on Earth out of duty or love, or so it says." Gabriel added the last part quickly, "It also says that the Keepers have one enemy, a man who has been out to get the Whitchblade since it's creation. He's not named here but it does say that he's mortal."
"That doesn't make much sense." Sara shook her head, trying to dislodge the image of Gwen disappearing behind flames with her arms reaching to someone who stood to Sara's right, "Did he have anything to do with the fire?"
"It doesn't say." Gabriel looked up to see Sara staring, lost in ancient momories, "What do we do now?" he asked more to himself than to Sara.
"We wait till she tells us something." Sara moved to sit near Gwen's head on the couch as she smiled at Gabriel, "I have the stragest feeling that you'll be dragged deeper into this if we stay here."
"At the moment my curiousity won't let it be any other way." propping his feet on the low coffee table, Gabriel prepared to go to sleep, " You're staying."
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A/N: The next one will be longer.^_^ Thank you all for your great reviews.
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Gabriel sat at his computer lost in thought when a sudden sound of breaking glass bought his attention to the kitchen.
"Gwen?" he called out, "Are you ok?"
"I'm sorry." came the quiet reply, "I didn't mean to."
Afraid that Gwen had hurt herself he went to check on her only to find the pale young woman sitting on the counter, bare feet hidden in the folds of her over sized sweat pants.
"It's everywhere." she said, pointing to the glass covered floor, "It hurts."
"Stay put. I'll clean it up." Gabriel had offered to let Gwen stay when Sara had be called back to the station. Gwen wasn't bad company though a bit quiet at times and Gabriel had even managed to wash the dirt and dried blood from her hair when her muscles proved too sore to function propperly. Gwen may have looked like Fiona but looks seemed to be the only thing they had shared.
"There. I got most of it but let me carry you out to be safe." Gabriel was wondering how Gwen would react to this, for she wasn't as trusting as Fi had been.
Gwen's bright green eyes stared out from under her bruises and stitches at the young bussinessman for moment before she extended her arms to him.
Taking her gently in his arms he laughed when the phone rang, "Perfect."
Placing Gwen on the couch he leaned across her and grabbed the cordless, "Talismaniac."
Gwen stared at the floor half listening to what Gabriel was saying while also listening to the voices that had begun to wisper somewhere in the back of her mind. Bits and pieces of memories kept randomly popping to mind and the doctors blamed it and her jumbled thoughts on the trauma she lived through. Gwen knew there was more to it. How? She had no idea.
Everything seemed new, yet familliar at the same time and it was impossible to place anything in order. She only suceeding in making her head pound when she tried. So far she knew that Fiona had been her sister but they hadn't seen each other for a very long time. Also, there was the undeniable feeling that she knew Sara and Gabriel from somewhere, from some other place.... or time. It didn't make sense. None of it did. Another thought came to mind, 'There had always been three of us.....three to stand as......'
"Well, if you want to come over just ask your keeper permission first so she doesn't freak like last time." Gabriel's words interupted Gwen's thoughts but he had also provided her with a word that had been avoiding her.
Keepers.
"A friend of mine may be stopping by later." Gabriel said as he hung up the phone.
"You said that Fi use to write stories about a girl named Gwendollyn," Gwen was struggling to remember all the words she had head durring the day, "What name did she give the stories?"
"Uh... I believe she called them Gate's Keeper, why?" Gabriel was waching Gwen intently as she curled her legs beneath her body, her bare feet disapearing completely, "Gwen? Gwen? What's wrong?"
"They hurt!" She cried out covering her ears with her palms, "I know.....I see it now...She brought me here when she couldn't do it."
"Do what?" Gabriel pulled Gwen's hands away from her face and held her wrists, "What are you talking about?"
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"Gabriel," Sara sighed, "Slow down-I can't understand you."
"Sara, she knows about the Witchblade and something about it's keeper. Are you done at the station?-How soon can you be here?"
"I'm on my way Gabriel. How is she?" Sara asked the phone as she pulled her coat on.
"A bit scared. She just started jibbering. I got most of it on tape but a lot of it I can't understand. She was talking in some other language or something." Gabriel's voice replied, "She's been asleep for like 20 minutes."
"Good. Her past 24 hours have been rather exciting. I'm surprised she lasted this long. Ok, I'm on my way."
Gabriel met Sara at the door with a fist full of papers, "Keepers are the ones who protect the gate between this world and others." he said before Sara had even closed the door behind her, "It's not known where these stories originated but they're said to be what gaurdian agels are based on."
"So this means what?" Sara asked as she looked down at Gwen who was curled up on Gabriel's couch with a blue comforter around her, her pale hair hiding much of her face.
So innocent.
"I'm not sure yet." Gabriel walked back to the door and glanced out the peek hole before locking all four bolts on the heavy door,"But the Keepers were suppose to be the only ones to hold the Witches Glove, as Gwen called it, when, in times of old, the wielder died."
"What?!"
"It sounds like there is more than one or two Keepers." he held out a sheet of paper for Sara to look over as he continued, "There was the one who made it, the glove, as a gift for a mortal that it had fallen in love with, and one who lived among the humans, keeping piece and preventing death from falling on the wielder."
"And the others?" Sara asked, unsure of what to believe from these myths and what not toas she stared down at a picture of 4 winged young men and 3 woman.
"One fought when the other couldn't and then I don't know if there's still more or if they did more than one job each but it says that only one of them has no shape, but instead is part of the gates." Gabriel shuffled pages before sighing, "There's a few wild stories that were passed down about one of the Keepers, the one who made the glove, she fell in love with a human after the glove had been given to the wielder. The Keeper came to Earth and lived with the young man and his family which included the wearer of that." he pointed to the Witchblade as he picked up the tiny recorder sitting in his old computer chair.
"What happened to her?" Sara asked as a vision of Gwen and the one she assumed to be Fi rose before her mind's eye, both were smiling and walking with others Sara didn't recognize.
They look identical....except for the eye color.
"The knight or whatever he was, was going to marry her but his Keep or Dunn were attcked.... his lands were attacked and he and his family were locked in the dungeons before the place was burned down."
"How sad." Sara watched as the flames rose in her mind's eye as the two girls struggled to get the doors open, "They tried to get us out."
"Do you remeber it?" Gabriel asked, touching the detecive's sholder gently.
"Pieces." Sara admitted, "I remember them, two of them. They had never known life as well as the rest of us and that night they learned the worst part of it.... Death."
"No wonder she has trouble remembering. Who'd want to remember dying like that?" Gabriel was watching Gwen as she slept quietly.
"And now one of them has died again on her way to you, and the other is stuck here, but why?" Sara couldn't get the image of Fi and Gwen out of her mind.
They hadn't been locked up, yet they had stayed to try to free the ones they had cared for.
"They only stay on Earth out of duty or love, or so it says." Gabriel added the last part quickly, "It also says that the Keepers have one enemy, a man who has been out to get the Whitchblade since it's creation. He's not named here but it does say that he's mortal."
"That doesn't make much sense." Sara shook her head, trying to dislodge the image of Gwen disappearing behind flames with her arms reaching to someone who stood to Sara's right, "Did he have anything to do with the fire?"
"It doesn't say." Gabriel looked up to see Sara staring, lost in ancient momories, "What do we do now?" he asked more to himself than to Sara.
"We wait till she tells us something." Sara moved to sit near Gwen's head on the couch as she smiled at Gabriel, "I have the stragest feeling that you'll be dragged deeper into this if we stay here."
"At the moment my curiousity won't let it be any other way." propping his feet on the low coffee table, Gabriel prepared to go to sleep, " You're staying."
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A/N: The next one will be longer.^_^ Thank you all for your great reviews.